Pro-Choice Women Celebrate Abortion
Women hang out their pro-choice credentials like a flag.
They salute themselves,
Address their child destruction blowing in the wind.
They think that abortion shows their independence
From the church,
They are free women,
Free to kill,
Free to be unattached like Major Tom floating in space.
Pro-life people respect the womb and love women
While pro-choice women want to apply a forceps to a child’s head.
Witness Obama in the Illinois Senate.
Pro-choice women scrape moist reproduction from possible life
And dry themselves out like desert grass.
I don’t know where I fit in.
I don’t really fit in.
When I was seventeen my girlfriend thought that she
Was pregnant and I offered to pay for an illegal abortion.
She was not meant to be my wife.
She’s dead now.
She wasn’t even pregnant.
When she was ready she had a child by another man.
Whether you accept abortion or not
I don’t think that you should boast about it or celebrate
The beauties of your bareness.
Abortion is not your declaration of independence
But an admission of selfishness.
Some of us go that way.
We be what we be.
I was never proud of death.
We should not be proud of our failures and boast
Of killing children.
Sometimes I am haunted by what I’ve almost done.
There is no springtime or flowers in a woman’s abortion.
What do the baby eaters mean when they name
Their organization, “Planned Parenthood.”
Don’t they mean, “Planned No-Parenthood.”
Where have all the little pretty babies gone?
They celebrate women’s rights to sterilize themselves.
They applaud the freedom to murder.
I understand the inconvenience of children, of life,
Of the world, of religion.
I do not understand kicking up your heels in a ho down of death,
Dancing to abortion’s music.